14 Quotes by William Sharp

The air is blue and keen and cold,With snow the roads and fields are white;But here the forest's clothed with lightAnd in a shining sheath enrolled.Each branch, each twig, each blade of grass,Seems clad miraculously with glass:Above the ice-bound streamlet bendsEach frozen fern with crystal ends.

There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.

The route pretty much exists. It's a combination of land and water routes. The land routes, for the most part, follow existing roads.

Swinging an ax against the door certainly involves violence, but it was not directly against a person, ... He made no threats.

Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delightOf the Valleys of Dream.

Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight Of the Valleys of Dream.

Go to the winter woods: listen there, look, watch, and "the dead months" will give you a subtler secret than any you have yet found in the forest.

A handful of pine-seed will cover mountains with the green majesty of forests. I too will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.

The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.